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I'm Leanin' (feat. Diddy, Birdman & Travis Scott)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Vocals
Diddy
Diddy
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo
Cardo
Producer

Lyrics

Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed Quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex All my niggas gon' cash checks And all y'all niggas look mad stressed And we ain't even made niggas mad yet Cause next time I grab, I'm a grab jet I might go Bugatti, with a bad bitch beside me Nigga hotter than Wasabi, get that ass wet Young niggas going hard in the streets We ain't ever know to call the police Got birds for the twenty five K Sounds like a bargain to me Young niggas getting money In the Bent, leather looking like spalding to me And I don't know what no line look like Hundred bad bitches gettin' all in with me Get 'em all in for free Started, started with a quarter ounce of hard rock And now I got a lot of cars If a nigga talk the foreigns, got a car lot And everybody talkin' money But they ain't showing numbers like the call block And all I do is count money Fuck pretty ass hoes, and car shop Yeah nigga I'm leanin', leanin' Young rich nigga, I'm leanin' Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad bitches Looking like Nia Long I mean it Nigga I'm leanin', leanin' Young rich nigga, I'm leanin' Sippin' on promethazine that nigga My team got money all season Nigga I'm leanin' Mmm, leanin' -- damn near spilled my semen (straight up) Had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife Damn near see my demons (La Flame!) Loose furs, hyenas For the love of money and Selena Vatos losing their nerves, bird niggas on the curbs And let 'em pull up and do the Macarena H-town niggas spilled Peach Crush on my jeans Never go far with no bitch with no condoms Unless they can cover the lease on my beamer (straight up) Ahh, you know, Louboutins don't touch my hoes Let's go down in Ibiza town We get cold, you don't need no coat Motherfucker, I'm leanin' Don't talk to me, couple street niggas Think twice before crossing me Meek, these niggas shit can't last that long Why these motherfuckers keep bothering me I'm leanin', for a minute you had me Then the second I caught it when it passed me Oh no (straight up) Somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cup Motherfucker, motherfucker... Yeah nigga I'm leanin', leanin' Young rich nigga, I'm leanin' Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad bitches Looking like Nia Long I mean it Nigga I'm leanin', leanin' Young rich nigga, I'm leanin' Sippin' on promethazine that nigga My team got money all season Nigga I'm leanin'
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